I was set up on a date by my boss with her husband's best friend. Wanting to keep peace in the workplace, I agreed to go. Worst mistake I ever made.

My boss told me he was tall, cut and drove a "vette." He showed up, all 5'5" of him in a Chevette. During one part of the evening, while we were driving to dinner, the hood of his "vette" flew up and onto the windshield while we were driving past a cemetery. The universe gives good hints when it decides to. I had mistakenly thought "cut" meant muscular. Apparently it was referring to his lack of a foreskin.

All four of us; myself, him, my boss and her husband; went out for supper at a lovely truck stop diner. My boss's husband and my date left the table for a few moments to go to the bathroom. When they came back they were obviously stoned.

Job security or not, I'd had quite enough and announced I was going home. My date tried to be chivalrous and offered to drive me. However, he was more than a little drunk and a lot stoned so I said no. He became quite belligerent and insisted, so I told him to go get the car and I'd be there shortly.

He went to the car and I went to a table where some police officers were enjoying a meal on their break. I told them about my date driving his car under the influence. They went out to meet him, I called a cab.